![]() ![]() “Right, then what I’d like to know is that you mean it.” “I already said I did.” Her sweet, quiet voice came back at him instantly. “I’d really like to know, Faye, that you accept my apology,” he told her quietly. He watched her swallow, the coolness left her features, a flash of nervousness and uncertainty went through her eyes, but she didn’t reply. He pulled her back the inches she’d shifted away at the same time he curled his body closer to hers, locked his eyes with her blue ones and whispered, “Chace.” ![]() “I think I got that you felt that way when you apologized, Detective Keaton.” “What I said was not nice and it was not acceptable.” ![]() “Doesn’t make it okay to be a dick,” he carried on. “I can imagine,” she replied, swinging her body back a few inches, coolness washing through her features. “Is there more?” she whispered and he blinked, his eyes shifting from their attention to her mouth to hers. ![]()
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